The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

Early the next morning, Ming Feiqing received the imperial decree calling him into the palace to serve the sick.

He just remembered that at this time in his previous life, the emperor was seriously ill.

Since it is an imperial decree, it cannot be disobeyed at will. Ming Feiqing entered the palace after eating breakfast.

On the way to the emperor's bedroom, the eunuch said to him: "His Royal Highness entered the palace in the rain last night to wait, but His Majesty's illness did not recover. Before he fainted, he ordered you to enter the palace. Now he is unconscious."

Ming Feiqing only listened to the first half of the sentence: "He entered the palace last night? When did he enter the palace?"

"Jomo is Zishi, when the rain is the heaviest."

Ming Feiqing understood, no wonder the drama of pretending to be affectionate last night was only halfway through, as expected the throne was the most important thing.

The emperor's bedroom was in the Hall of Yonghe, and Ming Feiqing smelled a strong smell of medicine just as he walked to the steps outside the hall. Eunuchs and maids came in and out of the inner hall in an endless stream.

"Oh! Master Ming is here!!!"

Qin Ranru, the youngest judge in Tai Hospital's past dynasties, saw the savior, lost the pen to write the prescription, and came out of the hall to greet him in person.

"Once you come, our whole Taiyuan Hospital won't have to be buried with you!" Qin Ran lowered his voice but couldn't suppress his joy.

Ming Feiqing is very much liked by all the imperial physicians in the Tai Hospital.

Eight years ago, the Empress Dowager was seriously ill. The Emperor ordered that the entire Imperial Hospital be buried with her if she could not be cured. Qin Ran was ready to move his head. Then Ming Feiqing came. On the night he came, the Empress Dowager suddenly became ill. Things turned around, and within six days, the Empress Dowager turned the corner and indirectly saved the lives of the entire Tai Hospital.

Since then, Ming Feiqing has been the savior of everyone in the Tai Hospital, and everyone is willing to be dispatched by him.

Qin Ran even regarded him as a "mascot". As long as he was there, those nobles in the palace who always talked about "buried with him" would not die.

"As soon as you come, the Holy Majesty will be saved!" Saying so, Qin Ran seemed to be saved himself.

Ming Feiqing didn't care about the emperor's life or death, but Ziwei Xing's fate was somewhat useful to indirectly save the lives of these innocent people.

He followed Qin Ran into the inner hall.

The old emperor on the sickbed had sunken cheeks, purple-black eyes, and pale lips. It was by no means a long-term appearance.

Huai Jin stood by the bed, with neither joy nor sorrow on his face, as if the seriously ill person was an insignificant person.

The princes under the emperor's knees have been abandoned, and Huai Ziyu, as the absolute winner, no longer needs to act the false drama of father's kindness and son's filial piety.

It wasn't until he saw Ming Feiqing entering the palace that his indifference melted a bit, and he stepped forward to take Ming Feiqing's hand, but Ming Feiqing deliberately avoided it.

The national teacher who hurried into the palace just happened to see the scene of the crown prince flying into the air, and was a little embarrassed for a while, pretending not to see it.

He held the gossip plate in his left hand, and held three copper coins in the palm of his right hand. He made a six-yao hexagram on the spot, and after he muttered something, the copper coins fell into the gossip plate.

"It's a sign of great auspiciousness. Your Majesty will surely turn the calamity into good fortune this time."

The national teacher handed over a red thread to Ming Feiqing, and the other end of the red thread was tied to the bedside of the dragon bed, where there was a simple two-dimensional seven-star formation, according to the national teacher, this formation can continue life.

From Huai Ziyu's point of view, this is basically a messy red thread with bells tied on it, but with Ming Feiqing holding the other end of the red thread, it seems that it can really last.

He couldn't help but believe that the emperor's life was saved in this way a few times ago.

National Teacher: "Young Master, please recite the formula to pray for His Majesty silently."

The formulas are nothing more than auspicious words such as wishing the emperor's destiny to last forever, and longevity without boundaries.

In her previous life, Ming Feiqing honestly prayed, because that person was Huaijin's biological father, and sincerely hoped that he would live a long life.

But right now, there are only six words in his heart:

"Emperor Dog, die soon!"

Huai Jin was so close that he could vaguely hear two words, one was "dog" and the other was "beng".

He was about to lean closer and listen carefully, when the imperial physician suddenly exclaimed: "Your Majesty has woken up! Your Majesty has woken up!!"

Ming Feiqing: "......"

All the people in the room looked at the princess with amazement: Ziweixing is Ziweixing, more effective than any panacea!

The emperor coughed up a few drops of blood, and his eyes cleared up. He looked at Ming Feiqing, and an old and weak voice sounded: "You...you should kneel down when you see me."

Huai Jin stepped forward and said, "Father, he has an old knee injury."

"I... didn't talk to you."

Displeasure welled up in Huaijin's brows, and upon seeing this, the national teacher stepped forward to smooth things over: "Your Majesty, it's the same for the Young Master standing up and praying for you."

"..." The old emperor closed his eyes, "You dare to disobey the holy order before I die?"

"Father, I'll just kneel." Ming Feiqing took the red rope and slowly knelt down on the ground, raised his head neither humble nor overbearing, and looked straight into the eyes of the emperor: "Father can bear my kneeling!" Just fine."

In the previous life, Ming Feiqing not only knew from the national teacher that his own death could affect the fate of the country, but also knew that if a person with Ziwei star kneels down to anyone, the kneeling person will lose his life.

The emperor didn't know what was going on, and when he saw him knelt down and lowered himself, he felt relieved, and said confidently: "I am the Son of Heaven, and I can stand everyone's kneeling, even Ziweixing is no exception. "

"Father is right." Ming Feiqing smiled and kowtowed.

Kneeling down shortens five years' life, kowtow shortening one's life spans ten years.

This sounds absurd, but the emperor is indeed near the end of his life, who can say that there is no causal relationship?

Ming Feiqing thought, it's best if you can bear it.

The national teacher kowtowed when he saw him, and the emperor actually looked pleased, and dared not say the words to stop him.

Not long after the emperor woke up, he fell asleep again, but his cheeks were already flushed. The imperial doctor had poured several bowls of medicine before, but they were like mud cows pouring into the sea without any effect. When Ming Feiqing came, the medicine suddenly took effect.

After the emperor escaped from danger and fell asleep again, the national teacher immediately stepped forward to help Ming Feiqing, and said anxiously: "You must not kneel down casually."

Ming Feiqing pressed the national teacher's wrist, signaling him not to speak too much.

The national teacher was promoted from a warlock to a country's national teacher because he recommended Ming Feiqing to the prince. He knew the strength of Ziweixing's fate, so he naturally favored Ming Feiqing.

Physician Qin took the initiative and brought a bottle of ointment for external application——Ming Feiqing's old knee injury was remembered by everyone in the imperial hospital.

He was about to lift the cloth on Ming Feiqing's knee when he suddenly noticed a dangerous gaze staring at him from behind.

Qin Ran shook his hands, only to remember that Ming Feiqing is now the Crown Princess of the Eastern Palace.

Although they are both men, there is nothing to hide.

But the prince's temper...

Qin Ran handed the ointment to Huai Ziyu with both hands with great interest: "Your Highness, rub this medicine in the palm of your hand to warm it up before applying it to Shaojun."

Huaijin took the ointment and followed Qin Ran's instructions, but Ming Feiqing hugged her knees to prevent him from touching it.

Huai Jin forcibly broke his hands away, and lifted up his dress again, seeing that his knees were indeed red, and the old scars beside them were also swollen.

"Your Highness, don't you think it's dirty?" Ming Feiqing asked suddenly.

Huaijin's brows trembled. When he rescued Ming Feiqing from the battlefield, his clothes were ripped like strips of cloth, and he was half naked in front of the battle. The southern army tied his hands and hung him outside the tower as a "truce sign" ".

On a snowy night two years ago, the Southern Kingdom surrendered, leaving behind three cities and a half-dead Ming Feiqing.

The moment the rope broke, Ming Feiqing fell into Huai Ziyu's arms. His whole body was covered with purple and red marks, the flesh and blood on his knees turned outward, and his back was bleeding all the time. He didn't even know where the blood came from. of.

Before the southern army withdrew, they sent a few dead men to scatter hundreds of storybooks with pictures and texts outside the city tower.

These scriptures record the obscene words and songs of Ming Feiqing and Yelu Nanzhi, the monarch of the Southern Kingdom, in the past three years.

The painting especially captures Ming Feiqing's demeanor vividly, showing at a glance how Yelu Nanzhi pressed Prince Xiqin's sweetheart on the bed and turned her head upside down. The text accompanying the picture is full of teasing and humiliating Ming Feiqing.

A few sharp arrows pierced through the dead man's eyebrows, and the blood-stained book floated in the air and was blown open by the wind. Everything inside fell into the Xiqin soldier's hands and looked into Huaijin's eyes .

Ming Feiqing vaguely saw Huai Ziyu's distorted facial features through the blood that dried up on his eyelashes.

He expected something, even though he was extremely tired, he didn't dare to lean on Huai Ziyu's shoulder again, and forced his shoulder to stand upright, the blood from the wound flowed more and more, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

Covering his right ear with warm hands, Huai Jin took the initiative to press his dilapidated body into her arms.

Ming Feiqing asked hoarsely, "Your Highness, don't you think it's dirty?"

Huaijin didn't answer, but just kissed him through blood and tears.